Am I living a life that is my own,
Or am I chasing down the dreams
Of the women who have come before?
Reviewing my life
I see my aunt’s photography
Lining the walls,
I read a great-great-grandmother’s poetry
And think, are they mine?
Or am I thee?
Am I carrying the legacies
of women old before me?
Incomplete —
If these lives were to talk now
What truths would be freed?
Are they revealed
In the discoveries I make,
In the sweets I bake
Or in the decisions I take?
What are their’s
And what is mine?
Are any of them my own?
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Am I living a life that is my own,
Or am I chasing down the dreams
Of the women who have come before?
Reviewing my life
I see my aunt’s photography
Lining the walls,
I read a great-great-grandmother’s poetry
And think, are they mine?
Or am I thee?
Am I carrying the legacies
of women old before me?
Incomplete —
If these lives were to talk now
What truths would be freed?
Are they revealed
In the discoveries I make,
In the sweets I bake
Or in the decisions I take?
What are their’s
And what is mine?
Are any of them my own?
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